The Originium Worm in Tomorrow's Ark

[I think this may be a racial talent. I can’t imagine how you can break through my defense and set your pot on fire in this spiritual world of mine]

Tallulah, who was watching the pot she constructed being burned down below, was hurriedly looking for water and trying to put out the fire, even though the lid should be closed at this time.

It would be reasonable if he poured water, but the scene that happened next made him doubt his life.

He watched helplessly as the dragon poured the oil in, and instantly the flames shot into the sky.

Now he really doubted whether his vision was wrong and he chose such a spare body.

Come on, you are Drak. You are better at controlling fire than the extinct Balrog clan. How could you burn the pot?

Although this is a spiritual world, in fact, under His structure, some touches are infinitely close to the level of the real world, but the surrounding environment is a bit monotonous.

If there was a kitchen at a direct 1:1 ratio, Old Black Snake felt that his brain would not be able to function.

[Come on, it’s really difficult for you to start cooking now. There is rice from the Yan Kingdom. Do you know how to cook it? 】

Of course I will!

Tallulah swore and patted her chest. After a series of washing and cooking, a pot of rice that looked good was freshly baked.

It looked pretty good and turned into a dark figure, taking a bite of the pot of rice with a spoon and tasting it.

The porridge tastes good, although it is still a bit hard.

But when he tasted the second bite, he suddenly thought of something. Didn't I ask this dragon to make a pot of rice?

How did she, Tallulah, turn into a pot of porridge?

He took a closer look and found that only the surface layer of rice looked like cooked rice, but underneath this layer of appearance, everything underneath was basically a ball of paste.

What a miraculous workmanship! He swore that this was the first time in all his years of life that he had seen someone cook rice like this.

Looking at Tallulah who looked slightly embarrassed.

He couldn't help but think: Is this dragon born to be at odds with things like cooking?

The old black snake who did not believe in evil once again asked Tallulah to try cutting vegetables.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with these dishes. With Tallulah's cutting method, although the cut vegetables are not very beautiful, they are still manageable.

You can't ask for so much, you can't ask for so much. Just being able to cook well is enough, and you can't embarrass your daughter.

[Today we are going to make a simple, traditional Yan country dish called scrambled eggs with chives. I originally wanted to teach you how to scramble eggs with chili peppers, but there are no chili peppers in your camp, so you can only use leeks instead]

This and that, after more than ten failures, Tallulah finally made a fairly normal dish.

Why do you say it's normal? Because the scrambled eggs with chives made by this dragon before were simply unsightly.

In one sentence, he was more ancient than him. The old black snake felt like he was losing his mind when he saw it.

Because in a ball of black coals, he actually saw a pair of eyes staring at him. In that plate of dishes, Black Snake actually felt that the eggs he constructed with his mental power were hating him.

Egg: My Creator! Why did you create me? Why are you torturing me like this again?

I do not know!

Old Black Snake roared in his heart, throwing away Lao Zhong's strange thoughts, and fell in love with this newly produced dish.

At least it doesn't look so irrational anymore. Although there is still a lot of black charcoal, it is not unbearable.

Picking up a piece of burnt egg skin, he put it into his mouth and bit it.

"How's it going?" Tallulah said expectantly, holding the dinner plate.

The old black snake turned into a pitch-black form and turned around, not daring to face Tallulah. After a long time, he said slowly, but his voice was a little hoarse than before:

"I added a little too much salt, but it tastes much better than before. Keep up the good work and you'll have a bright future."

Seeing that half of the jar of salt was almost gone, he turned into a giant snake again, and then he used his mental power to sense time.

"I didn't expect morning to arrive so soon..."

It seems that if you concentrate on one thing, you will indeed forget the passage of time.

"Now serve the dishes you made to your little teacher. He will definitely notice your thoughts. Remember to add less salt."

Thousands of words turned into one suggestion, the old black snake flicked his tail and pulled Talulah out of the entire mental space.

Tallulah, who was lying on the bed, woke up instantly. Looking at the light coming from outside the tent, she suddenly became more confident!

She took her apron and rushed directly into the kitchen of the logistics department.

Early in the morning, I saw Alina preparing breakfast for the entire army and counting all the supplies for the integration movement.

Alina was frightened when she saw a certain dragon that had just rushed out, and she immediately protected her kitchen.

"Xiaota, the kitchen can't withstand your second demolition. Can you find another place?"

Speaking of this dragon's cooking deeds, I can't even tell you how many days and nights he cooked. He could burn down the entire kitchen while cooking, and it wasn't just any ordinary cooking.

Alina could never forget the flames that shot into the sky in her kitchen when the camp was about to be moved.

So no matter what, Alina couldn't let her friend step into the kitchen again, otherwise the whole camp would be hungry.

"Alina, please, I only need two eggs and a handful of leeks. Please, help me!"

Looking at the silly dragon who was begging for her with her hands clasped together, the soft-hearted Alina put down the spatula protecting the stove, sighed and took out two eggs from the few egg baskets next to her.

And he took out a handful of leeks from the seized supplies nearby and handed these things to Tallulah.

He also warned: "Xiaota, if you don't do it well this time, don't do it again. We are still in short supply of these things in the camp. These eggs are for the children to replenish their bodies."

Tallulah nodded, and then she wanted to go inside the aircraft and call her little teacher to admire her cooking steps.

But as soon as Tallulah stepped onto the ice, she saw a scene that almost caused the egg in her hand to break.

Huang Cheng and Ceria walked towards him hand in hand.

"Hello, Miss Tallulah, I'm here to fulfill my promise. This is the distribution table of the physical conditions of the infected people in your camp."

After throwing the form in her hand to Tallulah, Ceria walked to Huang Cheng's tent inside the camp.

Although she was very unhappy, Tallulah still took the form in her hand to her tent and observed it carefully.

This is a major event related to their entire camp, and to some extent determines the development direction of their camp.

It seems that I can only make this meal at noon.

Tallulah looked slightly regretful.

Chapter 197 Cooking Competition

Seeing the very simple working environment, Ceria touched Huang Cheng's head with some distress.

This environment is much worse than when Ceria was in Colombia.

Because there is no such thing as a floor under these conditions, the tent is full of snow, and the bed board is made of straw. The only thing that can be seen is the quilt, but the quilt is also full of patches.

Ceria held a corner of the quilt close to her nose, and she immediately smelled a bit of mold.

There was only a small stone surrounding the extinguished fire in the middle of the house. As soon as he walked in, he felt that the temperature here was actually no different from the outside.

cold.

"Have you been here for the past six months? Have you never contacted your company?" Ceria said.

"I also want to contact you, but I am not familiar with the place here, and I don't know where the mobile city is. If I walk further north, I will be even more ruined."

"Why did you come to this place?"

"Actually, I had an accident and ended up here accidentally." Huang Cheng unbuttoned his heart at this time, revealing a shallow scar on the heart.

Seria, who is a medical major, could tell at a glance that it was a deep stab wound. If the knife stabbed her heart, Seria felt that she would definitely not survive.

"Who did this!" The anger appeared in Ceria's eyes. This was almost life-threatening.

Huang Cheng originally wanted to say that he stabbed himself, but when he saw Seria in front of him, who looked like she was going to crush her to pieces, he suddenly lost his temper.

In order to avoid being beaten, Huang Cheng decided to keep silent.

It is only said that a mysterious person gave himself a knife, and then threw himself from the sky and smashed himself on the ground. Finally, he was rescued by Tallulah in the cold.

Justified and convincing.

Out of her unique trust in a certain scorpion, Ceria did not doubt the authenticity of this matter.

Huang Cheng stood up on tiptoes and patted Seria on the shoulder to comfort the anger in her heart.

"The wound no longer hurts. Besides, it's just a minor injury to me. Anyway, I'm fine now."

Looking at Scorpion who was comforting herself, Ceria smiled slightly and put Huang Cheng on her lap.

"Isn't it as soft as the other dragon's thighs?"

This is a gift!

But Huang Cheng, who would never lie to anyone, still nodded.

After hearing this, Ceria nodded with satisfaction and then twitched the corner of her mouth.

Then he silently pulled a quilt from the bed and placed it on his thigh, then put Huang Cheng in his arms on it.

Then he watched the person in his arms deal with a series of official duties.

"Do you have to take care of so many things every day? What is that dragon for?"

Looking at the piles of various handwritten documents, Ceria also felt a headache.

What bothered him was not the various documents above, or rather the various contents above.

But the handwriting on it was so sloppy that Ceria had to put a lot of effort into translating it to understand the words.

In the past, the words she read were regular printed letters, and it took no effort at all to read them.

Ceria straightened Huang Cheng's head and rested it on her two lumps of fat, giving him a good posture.

Feeling the softness on the back of his neck, Huang Cheng blinked shyly, and then used some words to distract himself.

"This is already very good. Before I started asking Tallulah to teach them how to read, they used to report to me all the big and small things in the camp by dictation. They were talking about Tallulah while taking notes. Key Information."

"Then you two work well together." Ceria said with some amusement.

"We are just a revolutionary friendship."

"But I think that lady has more than just revolutionary friendship in mind for you. Your so-called revolutionary friendship has long since deteriorated. You can't hide this from me."

"Now it seems to me that the dragon wants to eat you up right now."

"So I only gave the dragon a month and the final decision was still in my hands."

He said while correcting the documents.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and a voice sounded outside the door:

"Teacher, it's time for lunch. Today I made a home-cooked dish for you to try!"

When he heard that it was Tallulah who wanted to try food with him again, he suddenly got a thrill.

"What's wrong?" Ceria felt that something was not right about the person in her arms, so she asked doubtfully.

"This dragon has tried many dishes with me. Once she made a bowl of longevity noodles, but when I ate it, it felt like broken longevity noodles."

......

Huang Cheng, who originally didn't want to go to dinner, couldn't bear it and wanted to see what kind of tricks this dragon could do, so he agreed to Tallulah's invitation to try the food.

As soon as the two of them came to the table, Huang Cheng looked like he was ready to die.

"Is it so scary?"

"This is much scarier than what those people in Victoria came up with."

Not long after, a plate of fried eggs and leeks was served to the table.

But after a night of training, the dishes Tallulah made with full concentration actually looked good on the outside.

At least it didn’t happen again that long-lived noodles were turned into short-lived noodles.

With a good start, Huang Cheng won't have too much fear in the remaining operations.

The first thing he hid were leeks, and he found that the taste of leeks was actually okay, at a normal level, not too delicious but not too unpalatable. Except for being a little salty, everything else was fine.

Then he tasted another bite of eggs. The taste was almost the same as that of leeks, and there was no strong fishy smell.

All in all, it was a passable dish, so Huang Cheng nodded and gave Tallulah's dish a relatively high rating.